Tom knew as soon as he saw Amy that she was the one for him. He'd always had a thing for busty girls from finding his dad's old porn mags when cleaning out the attic, each one a tribute to top-heavy lovelies. Amy was just that, 38D as he later found out.
They'd met at a party which both had reluctantly gone to with friends, and got chatting. Both nineteen years old, they'd gone to neighbouring schools and both now went to the same college, although neither had seen the other around the campus.
Both were quite quiet, watching on at the party while the others downed shots and danced and sang loudly. Tom was geeky looking, with glasses and a mass of curly hair, and a little more overweight than his friends. They teased him a lot, but nothing ever got too out of hand. His self-esteem wasn't helped when at previous visits to the swimming pool they went to he'd inadvertently noticed he had the smallest cock of all of them.
Amy had a group of girls she was reasonably close with but knew behind her back they moaned if they knew she'd be around, being a redhead and the fattest one of the group they whispered it put groups of boys approaching them. Amy didn't bother answering back, she knew each one of them would kill to have a set of tits like hers instead of looking like ironing boards. She knew boys liked to look at her tits, but then chatted up the prettier girls.
They'd left the party early, Tom offering to walk Amy home, a journey that took a lot longer as Amy gave him a blowjob twice and then they fucked on a park bench before finally arriving back at hers. Neither were virgins, but not experienced either, both having only two other lovers beforehand. That night setting up their relationship, Tom very quickly found out that Amy liked sex, a lot of sex, and wasn't particularly fussed where she had it. Not only that but she assured him her previous partners were not much bigger than him when he confided his lack of confidence about his 6" erection.
It didn't stop them fucking outdoors a lot over the next few weeks, usually starting with Amy quickly looking around and then squatting to start blowing Tom, most of the time not being bothered if they were caught while doing so. Once or twice they had been and quickly moved on, not getting far before the excitement of being caught made Amy pull Tom into some bushes or behind some trees so they could fuck again.
It wasn't much of a surprise when six months later Amy found out she was pregnant, they'd long since decided to stop using condoms as it was costing them a fortune, and Amy wasn't on the pill. It wasn't ideal with them both being at college and having no savings, but both sets of parents found a house with cheap rent for them to move into ready for when the baby was born. It wasn't the best neighbourhood but with the house being at the end of a cul-de-sac it had a decent-sized garden.
Being pregnant didn't slow Amy's high sex drive down, if anything she wanted more and more. Once the house had been decorated a little and they'd found some cheap furniture they moved in, and now having a house to themselves Amy was even more insatiable. Tom tried his best to keep up, but now and again Amy would dig out her dildo to finish herself off or if she couldn't coax another erection out of Tom. Although he knew Amy liked him to watch her use her dildo on herself, he wasn't sure if she was trying not to hurt his feelings when she told him it didn't matter.
They'd met their elderly neighbours Joe and Betty only briefly, mostly just to wave and say hello. Betty and Amy had hitten it off straight away, Betty had seen Amy in their rear garden one day while pegging washing out and was all ears when Amy confided their money woes to her, especially with the baby on the way. She surprised Amy and Tom the same evening when they called at their house, handing them a cheque for £1000 and telling them it was sitting doing nothing in their bank, so might as well go to use. Two days after that conversation, Betty sadly passed away.
The day after the funeral Amy had made a stew, and put some into a large bowl to take around to Joe. They knocked on the door, Tom handing the pot over and Amy telling Joe she didn't think he'd be up to cooking, so this would keep him going. She invited him to come around the following evening for something to eat, and Joe readily agreed.
"Joe seemed a little too distracted by your tits," Tom said when they returned home.
"Can't really blame him can you?" Amy giggled, cupping them as she answered.
"Jesus Amy, his wife only passed recently," Tom retorted.
"I was only joking babe," Amy said, unzipping Tom's trousers and stroking his cock to distract him.
They were sitting around the table the following evening, tucking into a spaghetti bolognese that Amy had served up.
"This is good, thank you," Joe said between mouthfuls, "is there anything you can't do at the moment, because of the pregnancy making you sick?"
"No, I've had no issues with food, it's not affected my cooking," Amy answered.
"It's not affected your fucking either," Joe replied, laughing out loud as he did so.
"What did you say?" Tom said a little angrily.
"Lighten up, it was a joke. Our houses are joined together, the walls are thin. It's not a surprise to hear you guys having sex," Joe said before putting in another forkful of food.
Amy started giggling, Tom realising quickly that being heard was almost up there with being seen on her excitement levels.
"You can really hear us?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, used to give me an erection listening to you both at it like rabbits. Betty certainly didn't mind either," he chuckled, "oh and before you ask, I get it up just fine without the help of tablets."
Amy started laughing, then Tom told him they hadn't heard them having sex.
"No, well we were clever. When you guys moved in, and we could hear you, we started going down to the bottom of the garden again, away from the house. That bench is still pretty sturdy, Betty liked living at the end of the road as these two gardens are more secluded than the others down the sides of the road," Joe answered with a grin.
Amy's ears pricked up at that announcement, Joe noticed her eyes light up.
"We like doing it outdoors too don't we Tom?" Amy giggled.
Tom nodded, although a little reluctantly. He didn't want to be sharing too much of this kind of information with someone they didn't know too well.
They finished the meal and Amy put some of the leftovers in tubs for Joe to take with him. Leaving, he shook Tom's hand and kissed Amy on the cheek, patting her lower back as did so, thanking them both before wandering back around to his home.
"Well, he's a bit rude isn't he?" Tom said once they were sitting on their sofa again.
"I think he just says things as he sees them, it's an age thing. I'm surprised his cock still works though, I'm sure he's about seventy years old Betty told me," Amy giggled.
"It's not just what he says, he spent most of the night looking at your tits again," Tom told her.
"Tom's not getting jealous of an old man is he?" Amy said, fishing his cock out and starting to stroke him to erection, "just try to let it slide, he might want the money paid back else."
Tom, remembering the conversation about Joe hearing them having sex, made a suggestion he knew Amy wouldn't say no to.
"Shall we go for a walk down the garden?" he grinned.
The bottom of the garden had a large high wooden fence, with a shed and some old decking with a few steps leading up to it. Sitting on the deck she was at the right height to blow Tom, which she did so readily. Something caught her eye and she looked up the garden to see Joe standing watching them from his bedroom window. She didn't tell Tom they had a voyeur as she released her tits from her bra.
Amy left it until Sunday to invite Joe around for a roast dinner, and Joe readily agreed and said he was looking forward to it. Tom was apprehensive but when he arrived he was happy and smiley, shaking his hand vigorously as thanks for feeding him. Tom noticed him occasionally looking up towards them both, mainly at Amy, and smiling as he did so. Suddenly Amy jumped and cried out.
"Oh shit, I've dropped gravy all down my top, I'll quickly go and change it," she said.
"It won't hurt until later when we've finished," Tom told her.
"It won't take long, I can wet it to stop it staining," Amy replied.
She ran off upstairs, Joe taking another bite of his meal as though nothing had happened. Amy reappeared and both men stared at her. She was wearing a white t-shirt that was far too tight around her, her black lacy bra clearly visible underneath, as were her hard nipples. Amy saw them both looking, looked down and then giggled.
"Oops, it was the first top I picked up, and I rubbed cold water on the other one before I took it off. Oh well, I'm not going to change again or my dinner will be too cold," she said.
They carried on eating, Tom watching Joe as he stared at Amy with each mouthful. He saw Tom looking his way.
"You have great tits Amy, have they grown much while you're pregnant?" he suddenly blurted out.
"They've only gone up one cup size, DD now instead of my usual D cup," Amy giggled.
Joe saw Tom glaring at him.
"Relax, I'm paying her a compliment that's all," he told him.
Tom relaxed a little and carried on eating. He remembered Amy's words out him just saying it as it was, his age, and he wasn't doing much harm just looking.
"I bet you love them don't you Tom? I bet she does a lovely titwank doesn't she?" Joe laughed, "Do you try to cover them in your cum? Is that why you fuck so many times? You wouldn't cover them with just one load would you?"
Tom stood up and glared at him. Joe stopped talking and laughing. Tom despite looking geeky was six feet and bigger built than this wiry old man, who was not much taller than Amy who was 5' 7" tall. Joe held his hand up.
"Apologies if I overstepped the mark son, sometimes I just say things when I think them. No harm intended," he told Tom.
Tom nodded and sat back down.
"I do have great tits though, right Tom?" Amy laughed, rubbing her hand over his crotch under the table.
Joe apologised again when he left, telling Tom he didn't mean to offend him at all with his comments. Tom shrugged it off and told him it was fine.
Two weeks later and the baby was finally born, a little girl who they called Rosie. Seeing them come back from the hospital Joe came around with a card and a huge bouquet and told them he was going to repay the favour and cook for them now so they could concentrate on the baby. Tom thanked him for his kindness and Joe said it was the least he could do for them looking after him when his wife had died.
Over the next week, Tom sensed that Amy was getting a little stressed. Baby Rosie was sleeping for most of the night already, but having lots of spare time Amy kept grabbing for Tom's crotch, but reluctantly he reminded her she needed to abstain to give the stitches she'd had to have time to heal properly. Her high sex drive was now driving her mad as she was forced to go without.
Finally, the hospital gave her the all-clear and she made Tom race home so they could have sex. That night, each time Rosie had dropped off, they quickly stripped and saw to each other's needs. The joy was shortlived as the next day Tom himself was rushed to hospital, a burst appendix seeing him operated on.
"How are you feeling?" Amy asked once it was done, "and how long until...?" she whispered, giggling.
"I'm fine but very sore, and six weeks," Tom told her.
"Six fucking weeks, I'm going to feel like a virgin again. Fuck sake," she cried out, "sorry, I know it's not your fault."
They got back home and she settled Tom on the sofa. Although he was handy sitting there being able to hold Rosie while she slept, Amy was getting frustrated at both trying to do everything and their lack of being able to have sex. There was a knock at the door, and Amy answered it to Joe standing there.
